Coombes departed to change his clothes, and the rest of us stood round the fire, where Agnes was busy cooking something like white puddings for their supper. "Did you hear, sir," said Joe, "that the coastguard is off to the Goose-pot? There's a vessel ashore there, they say. I met them on the road with the rocket-cart." "How far off is that, Joe?"
We went on chatting for some time, wondering how the coast-guard had fared with the vessel ashore at the Goose-pot. Wynnie joined us. "How is Connie, now, my dear?" "Very restless and excited, papa. I came down to say, that if Mr. Turner didn't mind, I wish he would go up and see her." "Of course instantly," said Turner, and moved to follow Winnie.